Lost Love
I play my sweet old airs - The airs he knew When our love was true - But he does not balk His determined walk, And passes up the stairs. I sing my songs once more, And presently hear His footstep near As if it would stay; But he goes his way, And shuts a distant door. So I wait for another morn And another night In this soul-sick blight; And I wonder much As I sit, why such A woman as I was born!
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"I play my sweet old airs -..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Thomas Hardy delivers a powerful performance in "Lost Love"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...